“Keri?” The professor addressed her. “You’re exam, please.”
Keri was lost in thought, barely having filled out half the forms on her desk. Her calculus exams were fruitless, having devolved into a meandering collection of broken calculation and wasted effort. She knew she was going to fail. She only hoped it wouldn’t destroy her grade completely.
Keri looked up at her professor, and was titillated to find him staring at her unsupported breasts. Sitting in class, Keri was completely naked, but she didn’t feel like it. Her skin felt warm, sensitive to the touch, and she got a tingle whenever someone looked at her for too long. She liked being noticed like that. She didn’t mind sitting in class to the last minute, it meant more people got to look at her.
Her tattoo’s contrasted her pale skin evenly, and her lower pubic marking was brighter than the others. From a glance, it even looked like it was glowing.
Her pussy was always throbbing, and Keri felt a constant urge to have sex. She had grown to appreciate the vibrating jewelry; at least it kept her from getting too pent up. To say she was frisky was an understatement, but whenever there wasn’t a stimulation, she felt hollow and slovenly. She couldn’t keep her hands away from her sex, whenever the vibrators weren’t working.
She did feel different since last night. Her body felt refreshed, and when she delved her fingers inside her juicy loins, she could grip them harder. Even by inserting her pinky, it sent a jolt of pleasure through her core. It took barely anything to pulverize the limits of her sensations. Her orgasms were messier, more frequent, and increasingly more gut wrenching. She wondered if it was possible that she had regained some of her tightness as well, or if her inner walls had grown stronger somehow and more sensitive.
While she was naked, she did have yet another new bit of decoration. Linked to her choker, at the back of her neck, was a long silver chain. It followed her spine, all the way to her buttocks. Two separate chains extended, reaching around from her lower back and looping to connect to her nipples. At the bottom of the chain, it hooked around to her pierced clitoris. The extended chain was loose enough so that it didn’t tug when she leaned forward, but it did itch between her cheeks, and sometimes sink into her lower lips when she wasn’t sitting with perfect composure.
Keri wasn’t the biggest fan of this decoration. Whenever the vibrator barbells on her clitoris or nipples activated, the tingle could be felt all along her spine. It made her whole body felt alive. She preferred her ruby and sapphire piercings instead, but Julie ordered her to wear this instead. According to her, it made her seem more dignified.
Keri couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t the only one wearing it.
Sitting next to her, Jasmine Garden, a sister in the sorority, sat naked with her body coiling with pleasure. The same silver chain looked good on her, and Keri could tell she hadn’t gotten used to the piercings yet. Jasmine had tried to swap her notes discretely during the exam, but her handwriting was barely legible. Sometimes it was only a series of scribbles. Keri wasn’t upset though, her own fingers struggled to form coherent letters given how fragile her state of mind was.
She looked over to Jasmine, fixating more on her dark perky nipples, soft hanging breasts, and flawless light brown skin, than the notes she was trying to give her. Keri had already decided to spend more time with her after class. Perhaps Sena would like to meet her as well.
Where was Sena anyway? Keri was starting to get concerned. Her girlfriend hadn’t been answering her texts in a while.
“I’m sorry professor, but your test is just so hard.” Keri’s eyes loomed onto her professor's crotch.
“Really hard,” Jasmine agreed. Her voice was smooth and sophisticated. Keri wondered if she were perhaps born from the upper classes.
“Well, if you want some private tutoring.” The professor began but hesitated to continue.
Keri got up from her seat. Her breasts jiggled, and the chain along her back chimed. She strode towards him like a runway model, her hips swinging from side to side, until she was right in front of him.
“How about you help us out with these extraordinarily difficult problems, and we’ll help relieve you.” Keri offered him a curt smile.
“I would really like that. Wouldn’t you, professor?” Jasmine hovered alongside her.
The professor looked over, motioning for his aid to lock the classroom door. Had there been anyone else still taking the tests, Keri would’ve
let them join in as well, but the two of them were all that was left.
“I think our professor agrees,” Jasmine teased.
“Then we better start working really hard to get a good grade.” Keri was on her knees without wasting another word.
It only took thirty seconds to top off their professor. He spent far more time playing with Keri’s breasts, while Jasmine tried to see if she could help stiffen him up again.
When they were both finished, they left the professor to quietly go over their sloppy test scores and tried to relax at the campus coffee shop. By relax, that really meant sitting on some random guy's laps, while letting others jerk off on their faces and bodies.
Having sex in public was such a common occurrence, no one really thought about it. It wasn’t even an act of shame; at least, Keri didn’t feel so ashamed anymore. Due to the tattoo on the inner side of her leg, the bold marking bearing the word ‘RAW’ in flamboyant letters, no one even thought about using a condom with her.
Jasmine was shocked by this, but didn’t protest when her own partner refused to wrap his erection either.
While impaled on the strangers shaft, and letting others shoot their loads on her behalf, Keri liked to scoop up some of their creamy left overs to add to her coffee. Jizz and coffee offered a truly unique flavor, one that she highly prized. Jasmine noticed her do so and was fascinated.
“You really love semen don’t you.” Jasmine watched her licking it off her skin in between sips.
Keri didn’t even need to respond, the answer was plain on her face. It’s texture and taste with all the caffeine helped keep her awake, while also giving her something thick to slurp on. The salty taste of semen mixed with the bitterness of the coffee, and Keri had grown to love the combined flavors.
“Is it that obvious?” Keri leaned back so the guy she was sitting on could reach around and fondle her breasts. “You can have some of…” Keri moaned. “My milk if you like. Sena…” Keri grunted, feeling the guy’s shaft growing harder. She had already come, and was close to doing so again, and was just waiting for him to climax as well. “Sena always adds some of my milk to her coffee.” Keri’s cheeks were blushing.
“So I heard you and Sena were a thing?” Jasmine stirred her coffee while moving up on down. She was a goddess, somehow able to do both at the same time. Keri couldn’t help but notice Jasmine adding a small sticky glob to her drink as well.
Keri had to keep her cup on the table while the guy she was pleasuring wanted to increase his pace. Only when he paused, did she dare drink her steaming hot brew.
“Sena is…” Keri moaned, feeling the strangers manhood rubbing her g-spot at just the right angle. Her insides felt tingly, just about anything could stimulate her now.
“You’re so tight,” his voice carried.
“Thank you,” Keri remarked. It was good to know she wasn’t as loose as she feared. Although, Keri hadn’t felt the same since yesterday.
“Were you about to say something?” Jasmine looked over. Her partner had already spent himself inside her.
Keri had forgotten what she was about to say. “What?”
“You two…” Another voice broke through the malaise.
Keri looked over to find a senior sister of the Rachelle’s approaching.
“I see you two are enjoying yourselves. So much so it’s not even fun anymore giving you orders.” The senior looked at them with mild disgust.
“Good afternoon sister,” both Jasmine and Keri said in tandem. “Is there anything we could do for you?”
The senior sighed, then looked over at the line of students for the barista. She then motioned for the two of them to get up. Keri hated that, leaving a man behind without the courtesy of letting him finish.
“You know… There just so happens to be a photo-shoot later, and I need a couple volunteers. What do you both say? Feel like taking a crack at being famous?” The senior studied them carefully. “Of course, you’ll have to be thoroughly washed.”
Keri’s heart leapt. “We’ll do whatever you want sister!”
“Of course you will.” The older sister noticed how both their coffee cups were thick with cream. “Get your stuff and follow me.”
Keri picked up her plastic cup but was quickly subdued. The guy she had been sitting on was reluctant to let her leave without his say so. He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her in place, and took her from behind by force.
“Aargh, easy there big guy,” Keri tried to calm his panicked reaction. She could hardly blame him. It was never polite, bringing a man to the edge of sexual satisfaction, only to leave him there.
It must truly suck. Keri grunted and moaned. Being a man. Few men could cum more than once… not like us women.
“That’s good, just like that.” Keri let him choke her, just a bit. “I’m all yours right now. Go ahead, just let your self go. Don’t hold back. You can cum all you want, just like this.”
The senior sister groaned. “Fine, meet me outside when he’s finished.”
Jasmine was quick to follow, but Keri could do little until it was over.
“I think… I’m about too…” His voice had become more strained.
“That’s it big guy.” Keri felt him pulsating. When he blew his load, her empty womb welcomed his donation.
“Damn…” He wanted to stay inside her, but he was so exhausted he fell back.
Keri remained leaning forward, feeling his swimmers exploring her womanhood, until her sensitive body stopped shivering. She then looked back, and smiled. She leaned over, licked the tip of his shrinking cock, and proceeded to strut away.
She didn’t even get within ten feet of the door, before she felt another pair of hands groping her hips. Looking over her shoulder, Keri wasn’t surprised to see it was another strange man, a handsome one at that, but still unwanted.
Keri sighed. “Hey Jasmine, hold up a second. I just need to— Aaaagh!” Her stomach clenched, feeling another raw and meaty shaft sliding into her fertile embrace.
“Wait! I have to go… Somewhere…” Keri tried to reach out, but the man wouldn’t let her move forward. “Fuck!”
He wouldn’t listen to her, and seemed to get harder while hearing her protests. Keri realized she was doomed to be this mans whore for a little while longer, and she could tell by the growing shadows there was a larger group just behind him.
